Burn the messageBreak the prophet on the wheelTime’s a currencyMake a choice and trade or stealEleven-digitConjure up a major floodLove is liquidWhat has been can leave me notI’m not asking you to giveI want you to takeA moment of truthFountain of youthPrincess of eleganceI’m not asking you to giveI want you to takeYour grace and your voiceWeapons of choiceMistress of innocenceLike to touch fluffy things?Distort the messageTie a poet to the wheelIf you lose your assetMake a choice and trick or stealSeven-digitConjure up a major fireLove to lavaRaze the virtues and the liesOn the floor – from behindOn the balcony – full frontalIn the grass – into your faceLike summer rainOn my floor – from behindOn the balcony – full frontalOn the street – back on our feetDrunk with passion________________________________by Dickinson